"Draco, what happened?" I almost yelled, running towards him, grabbing his face with my hands to look at it. His lip was cut and was bleeding a lot, and his right eye was turning shades of red and purple.

"This woman… her husband found the hotel room" he said, while I helped him get up and enter my apartment "He did beat my ass off though"

"I can see that" I got him into my bedroom and let him sit on the bed "Lay down, please"

He groaned in pain when he laid down, and I took his shoes off.

Left him there to find some raw beef for him to put in his eye. I didn't knew if it worked, but I saw it in a lot of movies and TV shows. When I got to my bedroom, he was still in the same position, probably too soar to move. I put the beef in his right eye and he said "That's disgusting" and started laughing.

"I know it is. Now stay still so I can treat that lip of yours" he made a pouted mouth while I cleaned his cut and his bloody chin, trying not to move while I disinfected his wound.

"Do you feel bad? Do you want a pill or something?"

"I can't" he said with a sigh "I'm kinda wasted. I had to get here by taxi, I couldn't drive. But I guess I'm not that drunk"

"So you were having sex and drinking at the same time" I said, not looking at him.

"Well, she had this amazing Moët, I couldn't say no. I'm a little too weak for champagne" his voice was weak as well.

"I still don't get it. How did he find you guys? I thought you were careful"

I got up and picked up my pajamas, turning my back while I changed.

"I know, I was. I never went to her house, we always met in the hotel. I guess he followed her this evening"

He tried to move again, and I heard him try not to make a sound.

"I think you should sleep here" I turned to him and sat on the bed next to him "Let's take off those bloody clothes"

He laughed, and I started to unbutton his white stained shirt. As I undid button by button, his white chest was being revealed, and I tried to control myself from not touching him. With some of his help, I was able to take it off, and I was about to do the same with his pants, but I decided not to. He could sleep with them anyway. When I looked to face him, he didn't had the beef in his face anymore.

"Draco, you weren't supposed to take it off just yet" I said angrily, trying to get the raw meat, but he took my wrist with his hand. When I looked back at him he raised his upper body and kissed the spot between my chin and my cheek.

"You smell like baby powder" he said, laying down on the bed and smiling.

"And you smell like alcohol and meat" I answered, mat at him for kissing me like that "I'm going to sleep on the couch. You can stay here"

"No, stay with me" he cried, still with his hand around my wrist "I might need help during the night"

"Help for what?" I asked, angry.

"Glass of water. Going to the bathroom. Throwing up"

"Okay" I said, after a moment of thinking "But tomorrow we'll have to talk about this"

"Yes miss Ginevra Molly Weasley" I said, his voice getting more and more low, and when he finished the sentence he was already asleep.

So I laid down next to him, watching his chest go up and down, thinking about the risks he was taking. That man could have killed him, and no money on Earth could help if he was dead. I wanted to much just to hold him and take him away from that life. He could find a normal job, even if it didn't pay well, I mean, I don't have a big salary and I can afford to have a nice house and nice things.

But I know I can't protect him from the world. And most of all, I can't make him quit the life he wants to live. All I can do is be his friend and be by his side when he needs me. Like right now.